DJ Khaled DJ Khaled lyrics album cover


(feat. T-Pain, Young Jeezy, Ludacris, Busta Rhymes, Big Boi, Lil Wayne, Fat Joe, Birdman and Rick Ross)
DJ Khaled
We the best
Who
We nigga
We the best
This the remix
The I'm so hood remix
I'm making more
I'm so Hood
Remix
I where my pants below my waist (we always gonna be the best)
And I never dance when I'm in this place
Because you and your man is planning to hate (I run this man)
I'm so hood
And I got these gold up in my mouth
If you get closer to my house
Then you'll know what I'm talking about (I make hit records this is what I do)
(I'm of the)hood (This the remix)
And if you feel me put your hands up Hood(put em up, put em up, put em up)
My hood niggas can you feel me(I gave you we taking over)
I'm so hood
And It you're not from here you can walk it out
If You don't know what I'm talking about
I'm so Hood(hey young jeezy)
(you got me we run this man we run this)
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I'm so H to the double O-D
I run this god damn money on me
Pocket so fat it don't make no sense
Wrist so clean don't need no tense
Watch so bright I don't need no light
And no where word don't need no mic
Niggas like yeah watch you get for show
Some say yeah I used to get for the blow
Sit em on the row nigga what I got to lose
Put em in the van then talk about his shoes
Do the speed limit nigga watch out for the light
Pussy ass niggas gotta watch out for the dikes
Seventeen fire yeah nigga I'm set
Seventeen fire yeah nigga I'm in it
And when we do it bad and when we do itgood
I'm so I'm so mother f**king hood(luda, luda)
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Everyone come equipped with bangers
Throwing up our middle fingers
And you know I don't slip so I gotta keep 10 in the clip and on in the chambers
Better be walking with angels
And never take candy from strangers
Ludacris is stressed in stripe had to earn my stripes like I played with the Bengals
I'm in the south homes going for the two point conversion
I'm so hood that Ludacris should have been on the original version
But this is the remix
With the cheap tricks
Hitting sweet licks
And I cut the braids off with the waves and the fade that will make you sea sick
See this is the way that we ball
And this is the way we brawl
So put a fist in the air if you care
United we stand divided we fall
When the south is in the house you better watch your mouth
Cause we on that hood shit I'm hood rich
Coming around your hood bitch
[Chorus: T-Pain (Busta Rhymes)]
I'm so hood (remix)
And if you feel me put your hands up
Hood
My hood niggas can you feel me I'm so hood
And if you ain't from here you can walk it out (the king of the streets and the god of the hood)
You ain't hood if you don't know what I'm talking about (Busta bust bitches)
I'm so hood
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
See all i know is that i go and get my money
Again and again
top down
Let the money blow in the wind
The bad bitch sitting in the passenger seat
With the dooby wrapped head full of bobby pins
You know I keep the thing when I'm watching the dialect
Different from the slang of my talk
Baby still living got a crack in front of another bad bitch that will
Boost for the spot
I'm used to leaving the space last
Hustling until the sun comes up getting cash
So much bread in all of my coat pockets
It looks like a nigga got clips with an ass
And from the DNA in my blood
Niggas trying to lie
Trying to do what I does
And if the other nigga ain't really from the hood
You can easily die
From who that nigga was
And even though I split a little rap
Got Niggas in the hood trying to sell the most crack
Violating my city my nigga to do trying to spend a lot of money just to get your shit back
Yall niggas know where I'm from
And I rap it to the fullest until the day that I'm done
So hood where we live where my niggas sold drugs and they rich we rap in the sun
[Verse: 4 Big Boi]
Better smack sacks
So hood like the Cadillac
On the mint full of my babalance
Call an ambulance
To come and pick his ass up because a nigga never had a chance
They try to dance with a devil in the pale moonlight
Advance on the level that they can't do right
Lay hands on a fellow like a man and move lights
Woop, woop
Do it twice
You're boy the B - I - G
I'm nicer than mc in your top three
You cock he I cock Swede
Bust them things not you slap be
Speed it up slow it down then screw it
Don't bite the pole because I got that blew it
Run through the crew or some whole other new shit
Knew this bitch we do this
[Chorus: T-Pain (Lil Wayne)]
I'm so hood (remix)
And if you feel me put your hands up
Hood
My hood niggas can you feel me I'm so hood
And if you ain't from here you can walk it out (Alright)
You ain't hood if you don't know what I'm talking about (Weezy)
I'm so hood
[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
I'm so Hollygrove, New Orleans
(Lil Weezy-ana)
Home sweet home deport
You will need a hammer
It go down like fraiser
I ain't talking Kelsey grammer
I be shitting on your boys I need an alchocelzer
Since I heard Plies I done brought the phantom back
We ain't got me a 52 inch
Made backs turn
Eating like a big dog
I'm so full, I'm so good
I'm so straight, you so fake
I'm so real, im so hood
[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
Yeah nigga
Welcome to the crack house
I should own a McDonalds
The way I bring the macks out
I'm from the hood where every nigga lies
flip a couple grams they tell ya they baking pie shit
Still got my name carved in that central book and
Gave that pussy a scar and told her good lookin
You s a crack baby that means your momma paid me
You can't even blame it that's what the hood made me
[Verse 7: Baby]
Martin Luther King
Man you ain't need no help from me
Made that money with a triple beam
Ride that choir or drugged a fiend
Saints is my team that's what we breathe nigga
that's how we eat nigga
Get this money on the streets nigga
I got the street love
Fox starts G blood
Fly as a bird
Got these eagles on my seat blood
Then hit back where I'm stay
Third world we get that cake
Thirteen is where I lay
shots off to MIA
[Verse 8: Rick Ross]
More money more problems
Don't call me conceited
Just call me the boss
Always got watch you needed
MIA you're so hot
But my neck got the fever
If ya sneezin get shot
Don't play make em believe us
I just bought me a ranch
Watch the hundred stacks
No those ain't Rolex diamonds
What you done to that
You fools for gazing
My fools from Haiti
I move some daily
It's a movie baby
Hood

Songwriters: Jackson, Curtis James / Grant, Raymond / Grant, Richard

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